A season of lilac
Colours of sky and day
Crimson violets and snapdragons
Knee deep lavender
Scent on my fingertips
Drizzle of spring
In a field of butterflies and honey scented buddleias
A swift glides on a whisper of expectation
As the season heals
With days of bloom and rumours of ascension.
Dance like sapphires
In this fluttering moment
Meadow of blossom.
Written for Poetry Jam
ah!!! the fragrance of spring lnigers on…………………..
amethyst dawn…cool use of color…
have walked through fields of lavender as well
scent overpowering…i feel freedom in your words alan
true gems of spring and so beautifully fragrant and colored…and that’s the spirit of spring
I loved all of the details of spring you included in your poem, Alan. Like ‘dance like sapphires.’ Happy Easter, Alan.
What a wonderful idea–season of lilac. Loved all the color details in this description of spring–which I hope is upon you — tho I recall snow in April when we lived in the Netherlands.
Lilac are just synonymous with spring. What beautiful colors you have evoked for us, Alan! Your spring looks very much like mine.
I can close my eyes and , thinking on your words, place myself out in that lavender and purple riot of bloom and feel warm sunshine and the brush of bees flitting from bloom to bloom …. beautiful work this week!
Beautiful technicoloured images that conjure up the season wonderfully well. I enjoyed reading this.